The snow globe angel told secrets, but they were not nice secrets…
In the daytime, it was just an ordinary snow globe, left to Laura by her grandmother. The angel poised regally in a golden gown, smiling blandly. “Silent Night” chimed sweetly when the globe was wound up. But at night…
At night, it whispered:
" Your father loves Tim more than he does you; He never wanted a girl…"
"Your dad smothered your grandmother with a pillow; he was sick of taking care of her…"
And more, horrid secrets, but Laura couldn’t stop listening. Then, one night:
"Tim hates all of you. He’s going to kill you all Christmas Eve; he knows how to use your father’s gun…" Laura listened, as if in a trance.
"You can stop him…" the angel whispered. "A knife, while he’s asleep…"
Dreamily, Laura crept to the kitchen, got the big butcher knife and crept up to Tim’s room. Dreamily, she leaned over her sleeping brother, knife pointed toward his throat, when Tim’s light flicked on…
"Laura? What the—?! Laura!!" her father dashed into the room, and had the knife out of her hand before Laura could even shake herself out of her dreamlike state…
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Laura’s mother sat morosely in Laura’s bedroom. They’d just returned from another disheartening visit to the psychiatric ward—Laura was still mostly uncommunicative. She occasionally whispered “It was the snow globe angel, don’t listen to the snow globe angel.”, but was otherwise silent and staring.
“I only ever heard it play ‘Silent Night’ her mother thought, turning the snow globe in her hands.
She wound it up…
"Your husband blames you for all this" it whispered…
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Credits to: Queenofscots
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